art, erotica

Mori

The sun hurts my eyes. Our bodies were at war with each others, and completely in love with each other. Two like minds in an argument can be the most potent aphrodisiac. We wrestled and I held her down until she pushed back hard enough, and I had my own hands pinned while she rode me with the most beautiful snarl and crystal beads of sweat on her face.

She was so wet, it was on my thighs. I pulled my hands from hers and gripped her waist, held it still, and thrust fast, relentlessly. She came. I came. We slept.

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